Travel, sometimes, may have to renounce
The ordinary to discover new consequences
Boredom is unnecessary.
With my green bug, I braved muddy roads and narrow alleys
Walked fishing villages, medieval churches with unusual frescoes,
Temples with a thousand Buddhas, tasted
exotic foods and learned different cultures.
I got robbed once and almost drowned
The chains I have to break.
Of course, certain memories are eternal:
Sacred places forbidden
And fruits one should not touch.
Cloudy sky and cool wind
And hurried walk to the river
The fish is delirious with fury
Struggling to free itself from the hook
The fisherman plays his line with frenzy.
Does he doubt that his pleasure
Is another one’s anguish?
When the bees chase the fisherman
The heart beats with agitation
Thoughts run faster than the feet
Breaking all obstacles.
A story good for another telling.
A little girl
with a tiny shovel and pail
mountain on the beach
“The Lord is risen. Let us rejoice and be glad.”
“Let there be light.” And there was light.
The light is separate from the light in the sky.
What is that light?